Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. We settled into a routine, tending to our garden, collecting rainwater, and enjoying the small comforts of life in the prison. The solar panels provided us with a reliable source of electricity, and we were able to power some of the essential systems in the prison.
Nick and I worked tirelessly to fortify the prison's defenses, using his construction expertise and my mechanical knowledge to created barriers and traps to deter any potential threats. Danielle tended to the garden, nurturing the crops and harvesting the fruits of our labor.
As the days passed, we began to feel a sense of normalcy, a sense of life after the apocalypse. We'd gather in the kitchen, sharing meals and stories, and for a brief moment, forget about the world outside.
But despite the comforts we'd created, I couldn't shake the feeling that we weren't alone. I'd catch glimpses of movement out of the corner of my eye, only to turn and find nothing. I'd hear strange noises in the night, only to realize it was just the wind.